Even before he started for South America Author Negley Farson (The Way
of a Transgressor) had a premonition "that that part of the world would
bring me bad luck." With that superstition, plus his wearinessan
understandable result of strenuously testing the rest of the world for

20 yearsit is not surprising that he gives a curious impression of
South America.

At Barbados, the first stop, his rhapsody over scarlet poinsettias
brought a hysterically savage execration from an Englishwoman
returning to exile in Colombia. Before long, tropical colors had...